On the third floor of the hotel There's a pregnant flamenco dancer In the bathtub there's a razor And she's planning a great escape But in a way she's giving up on herself But either way she's giving up some of herself In the backyard there's a small boy Playing soldiers with an army ranger In the front room there's a mother And to the small boy she's a total stranger In a way she's giving up on herself But either way she's giving up some of herself Love is only what you give up Life isn't what you get Love won't always fill your cup Life's when you start to live Life's when you learn to give When I leave here I'm gonna go home To the small boy and that flamenco dancer Leave the guitars in the spotlight I'm gonna go home to my biggest fans But in a way I'm giving up some of myself But in a way isn't that what it's about? But in a way I'm giving up some of myself Isn't that what it's about? Love is only what you give up Life isn't what you get Love won't always fill your cup Life's when you start to Life's when you start to live Love is only what you give up Life's when you learn to give